Last Night

His arms are

wrapped around me

lazily.

He’s been asleep

for hours

while

I’ve stared

into the dark.

I don’t mind

being awake

for this.

In fact,

I’m consciously

turning this

into a memory.

One I can

save

for later.

Just in case.

It’s his nose

touching my cheek.

It’s him

breathing me in

and him

letting out warm

air

against my face.

It’s being able

to feel

his heartbeat.

It’s all of these

things

that convince me

he’s real.

And if he’s

real,

maybe

I am too.

-EKJ